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Bus Tales

Once upon a time there were three children alone in the woods. Or perhaps you would not say they were alone, because they were together. They were far from home, and the trees were different than the ones they had known before. The earth was red, and dusty, and the bugs swarmed around their arms and faces, and the sun beat down upon them. They saw evidence of a lake, but could find no water. What is this place, and what has happened here? they wondered. A kindly man in a distant land had gifted them a jar full of blueberries, and nectarines, and ginger, and vodka, and they mixed this with lemonade and played a game, also called Once Upon a Time. In the game there were cards, painted with images of fantastic creatures and objects and places, and they used these cards to weave tales for each other. The boy was best at using his cards- whether because of superior skill or greater insistence upon his right to speak, the girls were never sure. The children found a Laundromat and pay-shower in the nearby village of Chester, and they cleaned themselves and their clothing, and (at the suggestion of the kindly vagrant sexagenarian Roberta) had soft serve ice cream at an old-fashioned diner across the (town’s only main) street.

Sunlight can only cover the waking world, however, and the dark brought others down when it fell. We left the forest for the once-earth of asphalt and the butchery of wooden buildings. An old man in a new pickup drove by slow and lecherous (for gold, for gain, for gratitude) stopping outside our window to hoist two gallon bags of Marijuana and dangle them outside his; he paused to ask, “Do you party?” As insipid as inquiry as my unspoken response proved disdainful. Then it was dark, then we were drunk, then we saw the folly of the world around us and cursed ourselves for mummers in a poor parody of living free. Still, night can only raise shadows to be again brought low. Hung-over, road-winding, we made our way to a truer wilderness to learn to see with a kinder light.

Or, whatever. There was a river and a pig, mountains and bears.

Then the people came and with them madness. Look to your left, friend, and see the Jack Friday option below Archives. Here you will find the telling whole and true. Alas, life contains a taint as well as purity, but being able to choose which we will know, it is left to you should a desire kindle within to see with eyes unclouded what kindness, what charity, in all its stark, absolute nakedness contains. Now let us turn to happier tidings.

Just as all heroes, on their journeys, must descend into the underworld only to emerge with a deeper knowledge of their true selves, so we left our campsite along the Trinity River and moved toward Redding.

Cinderella had mice, Psyche had ants, Monster-Slayer had the fly. Magical helpers are well known to such tales. For us, the help and guidance came not in the form of enchanted animal, but in the form of Marilyn, our couchsurfing host. Marilyn has lived on the same two acre urban farm in Northern California for twenty-eight years. We discovered that her children are the same ages as those in Jack’s family. She asked me if I knew, when I requested she host us, that I would be coming home. The days we have spent here have been among the most peaceful of the trip to date. The house floods with the abundant California sunshine, the farm yields a multitude of fruit and produce, the family offers love and friendship. Our time here, though brief, has afforded new dimension to notions of welcome, hospitality, acceptance.

Like the road weary adventurer who finds solace in a hermit’s woodland cottage, so have we been replenished by the kindness of these once-strangers. Equipped with renewed energy, fresh insights from our wise host, and magical accoutrement, we prepare for our impending daybreak departure. A new adventure on a new farm awaits us. Into the woods we’ve got to go…into the woods.